Again: No solid news on Reagan's health. We have her blood test but we don't see the doctor til tomorrow afternoon. I will post an update afterwards when we know more. From what I can tell looking at her blood test though, we will probably end up seeing some specialists soon. More on that after tomorrow's appointment!
Yesterday I had some pretty high and low parenting moments. At the end of it all, I just had to sit down and laugh about it.
Reagan and I were upstairs having a lackadaisical morning talking on the phone with my bluetooth and sipping coffee while she played with her toys on the floor. I was just saying how nice it was to sit and down and not be stressed for a few minutes, when Rea came closer and I got a big whiff of something NASTY. I reluctantly peeked in the top of her diaper and sure enough, there was poopie coming out of her diaper and up her back! YUCK. Since I was talking to a fellow mom, I left her on the phone while I took her to her room to change the monster poopie lurking in her diaper.
It got messy.. She started wiggling like a little earth worm and insisting I let her roll over on her belly, despite the fact that her diaper was half off and half of the poo was still stuck on her. Oh yeah. Next thing I know she's flipped her self over, gotten poo on my sleeve and hand, ALL over her changing table, and on her clothes. Oh and remember, throughout this my friend is still listening on the phone, laughing hysterically.
I realize at this point I will not win the battle with wipes alone, so I stripped off her clothes, held her up and away from me (which made her giggle) and headed to the bathtub! I turned on the shower head and started hosing her off, but there was still a lot of poo stuck on her back and I didn't want poo-particles in my bathtub, so I decided to dash back and grab more wipes.
I sprinted into the bedroom and snatched the wipes, turned on a dime, and sprinted back towards the bathroom.
I just didn't make it very far.
I turned the corner out of her room at full speed and WHAM! ... stubbed my little pinky toe full force into the leg of the couch. HOLY D.A.M.N. I said a few four letter words and rolled around on the floor holding my foot saying "OW OW OW OW OW!!!!" And yes, my friend is STILL laughing hysterically in my ear. Maybe a little more sympathetically than before, but still laughing.
I got Reagan all washed up and in fresh clothes, changed my own clothes and washed my hands up to my elbows before I had a good laugh. My pinky toe is still in pain over 24 hours later, but I don't think it's broken. Jammed, perhaps. Oh, the joys of motherhood...
But truly, it is joyful.
Later that night after Reagan had been in bed for several hours, daddy and I were watching The Colbert Report, eating pizza and talking, when suddenly Reagan begins wailing from her bedroom. She has been sleeping through the night since week two, so when she does wake up we check on her.
Daddy and I both came in this time to evaluate the situation, and she was standing at the edge of her crib waiting. It felt a little chilly in her room so I sent daddy to turn the heat on. The second he left the room, Rea began to cry and pointed after him. She calmed down, but continued to look and point at the door. Finally, I stuck my head out and told him to get back in there with me.
Reagan is becoming an opinionated little child: She didn't want daddy to hold her. Or touch her. Or give her kisses. But she also didn't want him to leave the room. Finally, he sat down on the floor to wait while I rocked her for a bit. She leaned and squirmed to look at daddy on the floor until I finally sat down with her and joined him.
There we sat in the dark, listening to Dave Matthews Band lullabies, Reagan pushing daddy away if he got too close, and I just started giggling. Uncontrollably.. I couldn't stop.
That kid has made me okay with looking like an idiot making funny noises at the grocery store, getting poop on my clothes, jamming my toe, waking up anywhere between 7 to 8 am every morning, and sitting on the floor with her in the dark next to daddy at midnight.
Man I'm really not looking forward to that doctor's visit tomorrow...
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